You Poem by Kenneth Muhangi

what if,
if i had to ask whEre fate was,
or where it wanted me to be,
would the answer please me,
or see it tease my heart,
and leaVe me worried,
what if i chose not to speak,
and closed my thoughts to possibilities thAt could have been,
i whistle songs of sorrow,
that remind me of old and Spare my tongue,
for if what if remains my world,
i cannot help but be afraid,
of the lessons thaT i must learn,
if it be thAt this is where i should be,
lost to new begginings,
and hope of a better passIon,
i cannot but tell that which i donot know,
nor that which i cannot controL,
for when the gentle caress of my pulse is upOn my chest,
life is a gift i will be grateful for,
eVen when what is desirE,
is another letter in the sand..........'